Across the Void, Fingertips Afire
With fingertips afire
Reaching out
Into the unknown
Time and space untrodden.
Holding hands is to love
What making first contact
With an alien race
Would be to mankind.
It is that first tenuous
And terrifying leap
Across the void
That changes everything.
Tom King © 2013
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